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060 If you want your children to be brilliant, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be geniuses, read them more fairy tales. ~Albert Einstein~
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I’ll bet you have never seen a faerie with her wings covered in scouring cleanser. The natural “glow” that is always evident, and the sparkle that reflects off of every angle and tip of the wing is just, gone. Pip pointed her wand at the cleanser, a flash of green light shot out of the tip, and the can was turned into a huge choking cloud of cleanser dust.

The surprise on Pip’s face was classic, if her eyes got any bigger they would pop out of her face. The only thing I could see was a tiny white statue, with drooping wings and two wide open eyes . I cupped one hand over my nose and reached in with the other to grab Pip by the collar before she suffocated from the dust. It was everywhere.

Holding Pip up, I turned around to get the vacuum. Every time I shook my hand, cleanser would fall off her wings. What a mess! Reminds me of the time when my son was three and decided to get himself out of the bath tub. He got out, dried himself off, then proceeded to dump a brand new can of baby powder all over himself, the bath mat, and the floor. He then ran happily through the house in his birthday suit leaving powdery foot prints on the carpet everywhere he went. He was so proud.

I am allergic to the smell of baby powder to this day. Behind us I saw that there was a panel of “judges” lined up along the edge of the counter watching the scene unfold, and roaring with laughter. Warren, Odette, Ferne, Arial, Sunny, and Bella each held up their score cards: two 10’s, one 7, two 9’s, and a 4 (Bella thought that Pip could have done better, maybe break the Windex bottle with a ray that ricocheted off of the drain pipe, causing the two items to mix and become a gooey paste) Thinking about it, I would rather have the gooey paste to clean up instead of the powder.

“Didn’t your mother ever  tell you not to use magic around chemicals?” (tell me I didn’t just say that) Makes perfect sense to me, but since faeries live in nature and don’t know anything about chemicals, I guess I’ll give Pip a break. Everybody helped clean up, Odette went out a retrieved a couple of brooms from under the patio table, Arial and Sunny help by using some old toothbrushes that I keep under the sink for cleaning small things, and I tried to avoid sucking anyone up with the vacuum.

When we had all evidence of the offending scouring powder removed, I readjusted the rest of the supplies to one side of the cabinet, leaving plenty of room for the pumpkin house. “See, Pip, you can achieve the same results without resorting to waving a wand all the time.” I placed the little house at the back  leaving space for a “front yard”, where Warren immediately placed two small rocking chairs and a table. Odette completed the grouping with a lace scarf and a small candle that she put in the middle of the table. We all stood back to inspect the entire scene. “Not bad.”

The dogs needed to go “out” so I closed the cabinet doors leaving the gnomes and faeries inside. “Be quiet, lets see if they will know you’re under there.” (yeah right)  I walked down the hall, checking as I went to make sure that there was no tell-tell- signs of my little friends, when I was satisfied that no personal effects had been left laying around, I opened the door.

Thundering feet, (yes, even three little Chihuahua’s can sound like a herd of elephants) flapping ears, and high pitched, frantic, yelps burst out of the room. They shot completely past the kitchen, slipping and sliding under the archway into the living room, and headed for the front door where they came to a screeching halt and began to sniff. They sniffed everywhere, then began to back track toward the kitchen.

By the time they were half way through the dinning area they were beginning to lose interest, so I invited them to accompany me to the back yard. We were almost to the door when I heard a small “AAAHCHOO!”…I knew things were going to good.

© Tami Ruesch, The Misty World of Arial Hollyberry, 2009.

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"Kind One?"
"Yes Arial..."
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"I don't think so Arial, what are you talking about?"
"look at the bottom of the posts!"
"I still don't...wait a minute...oh of course! Thanks for bringing that to my attention, what ever would I do without you."

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Fun Fairie Facts

You Know a Fairie is Present When...

You hear a whispering of leaves.
You see a whirlwind.
You feel a tingling sensation in your hair.
You have an unexplained loss of time.
You laugh uncontrollably, or feel exceptionally silly.
You see blades of grass bending when there
is no one around.

The Most Likely Place for Fairie Portals Are...

Lake shores
Islands
Glades in the forest
Where two roads intersect
Fences and border hedges (this is Arial's favorite)
Stairwells, hallways and landings
Tidal pools
Bends in a road
Thresholds

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I would like to give special thanks to Gail Schimmelpfennig for allowing me to put her wonderful poem "Seeking the Muse" on my site. You can read her poem in the fairy poetry section under "Fairies in Word and Song". Gail is Utah State Poetry Society's 2009 Poet of the Year, and I'm proud to say, a dear friend. You can find her on FaceBook where there is a group for the Utah poets.